change...

Keeping with the theme of senses, this week has brought with it crisp mornings that are just a delight for running and cool evenings that make sleeping much more comfortable. More than person has mentioned the tangible change in the weather and while it could just be a cool snap, the pending onset of fall is definitely in the air.

There's a confusion of emotions that ebb and flow with this notion - sadness that the lazy, hot days of summer are coming to an end, yet the delicious, anticipated notes of autumn are almost here. There are parts of every season that I love, but I can't deny that fall gets the label as favorite. The colors of the leaves, the flavors that run rampant, decorating with pumpkins, gourds and sunflowers, and just the need to cozy up in a comfy sweater with a steaming cup of chai tea - there's just so much of fall that I love. Perhaps it's also because it is such a fleeting season...and obviously it leads into winter which, aside from the holidays, is my least favorite season.

For me, now, the fall brings with it even more emotions because it encompasses two of the most defining days of my life - my wedding day (our first anniversary is right around the corner and I can't wait) and the day my father died. These will both be days that I will never forget; days that forever changed me in the blink of an eye; days that harbor such distinctly different memories and thoughts.

But for now, I'm determined to enjoy the last vestiges of summer before they succumb to autumn's finesse.